Chapter 3
Warnings: Some AU, angst, non-con, yaoi.
:::blah::: Thoughts
*blah* emphasis
-blah- flashback
Retrained: Ch. 3- Manipulation
By Weißabe
- A.C. 195
"Heero. Come here." The old man gestured Heero out of his bed with his robotic hand. When Heero was seated in front of him, he began to speak. "You are my ultimate resource, Heero. My greatest creation. The perfect soldier. You do not have the need for any distractions or unnecessary indulgences to hinder your capability of reason or to block you from doing what you need to do. Therefore, you are superior to other soldiers. Those whom you will be fighting with and against will be hesitant in their decisions because of these distractions, and that hesitance will often cost them their lives and the lives of many others, but you will not make such foolish decisions. It is mandatory to have just the right combination of mechanicality and humanity to be able to be the best possible soldier. The soldiers now have too much humanity, but the mobile dolls have too little. Humanity is necessary in order to be able to understand how they think and to interact with them appropriately. You are more mechanical being than human, but essentially you are a human. Therefore it will be necessary for you to know how they think and how to interact with them. Instead of having to live to figure them out, I will tell you what you need to know.
"Heero, most humans are very predictable in the way they think and operate. No one is unique; everyone is just a version of someone else, with only a few alterations. As many people as there are, there are but a few types. If you know what kind of person someone is, everything else will fall into place and you will know a lot more about them than possibly they do. I will give you a list of these types of people, and then we will go out for a walk and I will ask you what category each person we pass falls under. Armed with this knowledge, you will be able to predict many things about them, from the kind of music they like to their views on the war. Basically, all it comes down to is this; human beings are weak and vulnerable. A cinch to manipulate, really. They don't know this, but you, being separate from them, will be able to use this knowledge to your advantage many times. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Dr. J. I comprehend that humans are but another version of someone else, and that there is a category that each human falls under. Know the category, know the person. They are weak and vulnerable, easy to manipulate by a greater mind."
"Good boy. Now go shower and we'll take that walk." -
Present day.
Shaking. He was shaking like he'd been left out in the nude in Antarctica. The dark ink dripped from the pin and blotted the paper, making heart-wrenching words nothing more than unsightly blotches that bled through to the bathroom floor. He had to get it all out, all of his intense frustration and confusion and betrayal he felt. :::What the hell is *wrong* with me?! So what if Heero's fucked up, I still have three other friends who care about me! Whatever happened to "Optimist Maxwell"?::: Throwing the pen down in anguish, he stormed out of the 9-square-feet enclosure, past the mess of his splattered blood stains and to the small desk on which the telephone was on. He frantically dialed Quatre's home number.
Rashid stood near the doorway of the study, his heart growing fonder for the unibanged teen every minute. The Arabian and him were playing a friendly game of chess, if there was a such thing, and sipping hot cocoa. :::They deserve a break after that close call with that vengeful mob of former OZ soldiers. . . though I don't know what would have happened had Heero not intervened and helped. . . that boy, he really is something else. . .::: The familiar but annoying ring of the phone interrupted his pondering and his arm automatically went to receive it, as to not interrupt Master Quatre and his guest.
"Winner Residence. This is Rashid."
Silence, then some pained breathing.
"Rashid, I. . . I need to speak to Quatre. Is Quatre there? I *really* need to speak to him!" Rashid could tell Duo was trying to keep the desperation out of his voice, but he heard it clear as day.
"Of course! I'll get him right now," he responded, motioning Quatre over. Seeing the troubled expression on Rashid's face, he had snatched the phone from him in an instant.
"Hello?"
More breathing.
"Quatre. . . Quatre, I. . . I. . . something happened, Quatre. . . Heero, he- hehadamissiontorapemefromDr.J.andhediditandnowhe'sgoneandhavenoideawhattodoandI'mreallyscared!" Quatre blinked. Then, his mood darkened. "Duo, I don't know what you're trying to pull over on me, but it's not funny. I advise you to go bother someone else for your laughs."
"But-"
"Goodbye, Duo."
Duo hung up the phone, his whole body shaking in disbelief. He missed the receiver by many inches and the whole phone ended up falling off the bed, the dial tone fading into the back of his consiousness. Violet eyes wide, blank, and empty. He sat rocking on the bed, the mocking glare of the screen of Heero's laptop boring into his mind. His hair was dark and stringy, seeming to complete his haunted image. "What. . . Heero? What have. . . you done. . . to me? Why? Didn't I try to be your friend?" The last question turned into a sob, and he numbly retrieved his pocket knife from his keychain.
Just then, the door to the hotel room opened.
In it stood Heero Yuy.
He had his same cool, detached demeanor as he had when Duo first met him. Taking in Duo's battered form, and the knife in his hand, he snorted in disgust. "Clean yourself up, Duo. You're pathetic. Gundam pilots should be a lot stronger." With those words, he sat on his bed and proceeded to do his usual computer mumbo-jumbo.
Duo didn't think any of it was real. Numbly, he dragged himself up and towards the poorly lit bathroom. He was so out of it, he stepped into the shower with his clothes on. His eyes were opened, but he didn't see anything. Stared blankly at the shower wall in front of him as one dirty hand reached to turn the water on. To warm. . . hot. . . scalding. It helped clear his head from his current confused mental state. :::Okay. . . no need to panic. Quatre's obviously in a bad mood. . . it happens to the best of us.::: Thinking of Quatre made him think of the ZERO system, which led to Wing Zero, which came to. . . Heero. :::Oh yeah. There's also the small matter of you being raped by your closest acquaintice,::: came a snide voice inside his head. The false, empty calm that he had acquired just a few seconds before began to dissipate. He forced himself not to think about it. He began to clean the bathroom, for all the good it did to its appearance. Illogically scrubbing with only water and his shirt. Scrubbing the floor, the tub, the curtain. . . eventually he worked himself into a sobbing ball of nerves on the very floor he used to forget it all.
"Who was that?" Trowa inquired as Quatre took his seat at the board, curious about who had gotten soft-spoken Arabian upset. "Duo," Quatre stated, his tone implying that was all he was going to say about it. Trowa took the hint. "Your turn."
Quatre wanted so badly to believe that Duo was playing a joke, but he knew he wasn't. The headache he had gotten earlier, the quesiness, the severe pains of his uchuu no kokoro. . . he knew something was happening, but refused to acknowledge it. No way could anything go wrong now. They'd finally gotten a chance at rest, and he just wanted to get on with his life, forget all of the war and pain, and here Duo calls, knowing this, and forces unplesantness upon him again. And besides, he knew Heero better than that. . . didn't he? Heero had saved their lives in something he wasn't even involved in! Quatre owed him greatly. He knew deep down, Heero was a good person. :::Probably a lovers' quarrel,::: he speculated. :::They probably had sex, then got into an argument about Heero going off on a solo mission again, and Duo decided to take revenge. It'll work itself out in time, they'll apoligize,::: he convinced himself. All he wanted was piece of mind.
Heero heard sobbing coming from the bathroom. . . *again*. He sighed. :::This beginning to become most annoying. If Duo is so emotionally distraught he can't even clean himself up, he will certainly be a minimal use as a Gundam pilot.::: Typing out that thought as the last sentence to Dr. J. in his mission log, he sent the letter and closed the laptop. Standing, he decided to deal with Duo a different way.
Duo heard a knock on the door through his sobs. :::Since when did Heero knock?::: Eyes wide and frightened, he scooted back as far as he could from the door as it slowly opened until his back pressed painfully against the wall of the tub. Heero stepped in and knelt before him, holding Duo's gaze. "Duo," he began softly, though still in his monotone. "We all do what we have to do. I received a mission from Dr. J. to rape you because I was beginnning to develop feelings, and that conflicts with my training. You know I can't refuse a mission." He took a pale, trembling hand and clasped it between his. "I'm sorry I had to be so rough, but it was necessary for my training to be reinforced. He expected you to be able to handle it, but now that I see you can't, I will make sure we have no more joint-missions for a while. Okay?"
Duo looked up at Heero, trembling and confused. :::He. . . he says such harsh words, but says them in a way to make them sound reasonable. He expects me to believe him, the bastard. Thinks I can be so easily manipulated. Two can play at this game Heero.::: "Okay," he responded in a small voice.
Heero straightened out, the feeling of triumph surging through his body. Reaching out to fluff Duo's matted hair in a mock brother-like gesture, he straightened and stood up. "That's better. Think you'll be all right now?" Duo sniffed and nodded. "Good. Then you won't be needing this," he said, unclipping Duo's pocket knife from his keychain and putting in in his jacket pocket. "Clean up this time, and we'll grab a bite to eat." Turning around to leave, he closed the door behind him. The darkness swallowed up Duo once more.
Shaking his head to himself, he began cleaning the area where he raped Duo. :::Humans are so weak and vulnerable. A cinch to manipulate, really.:::
R&R craaaaaved!!! How'd I do??? I know it's been a loooooong time since I wrote Chapter 2, but my creative juices ran dry and I didn't want to cram out another chapter just to have it out, or it wouldn't have been very good. To authors who post a new chapter every day; how do you do that??? Someone PLEASE tell me how to keep my creative juices flowing that well!!! ^.^
Warnings: Some AU, angst, non-con, yaoi.
:::blah::: Thoughts
*blah* emphasis
-blah- flashback
Retrained: Ch. 3- Manipulation
By Weißabe
- A.C. 195
"Heero. Come here." The old man gestured Heero out of his bed with his robotic hand. When Heero was seated in front of him, he began to speak. "You are my ultimate resource, Heero. My greatest creation. The perfect soldier. You do not have the need for any distractions or unnecessary indulgences to hinder your capability of reason or to block you from doing what you need to do. Therefore, you are superior to other soldiers. Those whom you will be fighting with and against will be hesitant in their decisions because of these distractions, and that hesitance will often cost them their lives and the lives of many others, but you will not make such foolish decisions. It is mandatory to have just the right combination of mechanicality and humanity to be able to be the best possible soldier. The soldiers now have too much humanity, but the mobile dolls have too little. Humanity is necessary in order to be able to understand how they think and to interact with them appropriately. You are more mechanical being than human, but essentially you are a human. Therefore it will be necessary for you to know how they think and how to interact with them. Instead of having to live to figure them out, I will tell you what you need to know.
"Heero, most humans are very predictable in the way they think and operate. No one is unique; everyone is just a version of someone else, with only a few alterations. As many people as there are, there are but a few types. If you know what kind of person someone is, everything else will fall into place and you will know a lot more about them than possibly they do. I will give you a list of these types of people, and then we will go out for a walk and I will ask you what category each person we pass falls under. Armed with this knowledge, you will be able to predict many things about them, from the kind of music they like to their views on the war. Basically, all it comes down to is this; human beings are weak and vulnerable. A cinch to manipulate, really. They don't know this, but you, being separate from them, will be able to use this knowledge to your advantage many times. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Dr. J. I comprehend that humans are but another version of someone else, and that there is a category that each human falls under. Know the category, know the person. They are weak and vulnerable, easy to manipulate by a greater mind."
"Good boy. Now go shower and we'll take that walk." -
Present day.
Shaking. He was shaking like he'd been left out in the nude in Antarctica. The dark ink dripped from the pin and blotted the paper, making heart-wrenching words nothing more than unsightly blotches that bled through to the bathroom floor. He had to get it all out, all of his intense frustration and confusion and betrayal he felt. :::What the hell is *wrong* with me?! So what if Heero's fucked up, I still have three other friends who care about me! Whatever happened to "Optimist Maxwell"?::: Throwing the pen down in anguish, he stormed out of the 9-square-feet enclosure, past the mess of his splattered blood stains and to the small desk on which the telephone was on. He frantically dialed Quatre's home number.
Rashid stood near the doorway of the study, his heart growing fonder for the unibanged teen every minute. The Arabian and him were playing a friendly game of chess, if there was a such thing, and sipping hot cocoa. :::They deserve a break after that close call with that vengeful mob of former OZ soldiers. . . though I don't know what would have happened had Heero not intervened and helped. . . that boy, he really is something else. . .::: The familiar but annoying ring of the phone interrupted his pondering and his arm automatically went to receive it, as to not interrupt Master Quatre and his guest.
"Winner Residence. This is Rashid."
Silence, then some pained breathing.
"Rashid, I. . . I need to speak to Quatre. Is Quatre there? I *really* need to speak to him!" Rashid could tell Duo was trying to keep the desperation out of his voice, but he heard it clear as day.
"Of course! I'll get him right now," he responded, motioning Quatre over. Seeing the troubled expression on Rashid's face, he had snatched the phone from him in an instant.
"Hello?"
More breathing.
"Quatre. . . Quatre, I. . . I. . . something happened, Quatre. . . Heero, he- hehadamissiontorapemefromDr.J.andhediditandnowhe'sgoneandhavenoideawhattodoandI'mreallyscared!" Quatre blinked. Then, his mood darkened. "Duo, I don't know what you're trying to pull over on me, but it's not funny. I advise you to go bother someone else for your laughs."
"But-"
"Goodbye, Duo."
Duo hung up the phone, his whole body shaking in disbelief. He missed the receiver by many inches and the whole phone ended up falling off the bed, the dial tone fading into the back of his consiousness. Violet eyes wide, blank, and empty. He sat rocking on the bed, the mocking glare of the screen of Heero's laptop boring into his mind. His hair was dark and stringy, seeming to complete his haunted image. "What. . . Heero? What have. . . you done. . . to me? Why? Didn't I try to be your friend?" The last question turned into a sob, and he numbly retrieved his pocket knife from his keychain.
Just then, the door to the hotel room opened.
In it stood Heero Yuy.
He had his same cool, detached demeanor as he had when Duo first met him. Taking in Duo's battered form, and the knife in his hand, he snorted in disgust. "Clean yourself up, Duo. You're pathetic. Gundam pilots should be a lot stronger." With those words, he sat on his bed and proceeded to do his usual computer mumbo-jumbo.
Duo didn't think any of it was real. Numbly, he dragged himself up and towards the poorly lit bathroom. He was so out of it, he stepped into the shower with his clothes on. His eyes were opened, but he didn't see anything. Stared blankly at the shower wall in front of him as one dirty hand reached to turn the water on. To warm. . . hot. . . scalding. It helped clear his head from his current confused mental state. :::Okay. . . no need to panic. Quatre's obviously in a bad mood. . . it happens to the best of us.::: Thinking of Quatre made him think of the ZERO system, which led to Wing Zero, which came to. . . Heero. :::Oh yeah. There's also the small matter of you being raped by your closest acquaintice,::: came a snide voice inside his head. The false, empty calm that he had acquired just a few seconds before began to dissipate. He forced himself not to think about it. He began to clean the bathroom, for all the good it did to its appearance. Illogically scrubbing with only water and his shirt. Scrubbing the floor, the tub, the curtain. . . eventually he worked himself into a sobbing ball of nerves on the very floor he used to forget it all.
"Who was that?" Trowa inquired as Quatre took his seat at the board, curious about who had gotten soft-spoken Arabian upset. "Duo," Quatre stated, his tone implying that was all he was going to say about it. Trowa took the hint. "Your turn."
Quatre wanted so badly to believe that Duo was playing a joke, but he knew he wasn't. The headache he had gotten earlier, the quesiness, the severe pains of his uchuu no kokoro. . . he knew something was happening, but refused to acknowledge it. No way could anything go wrong now. They'd finally gotten a chance at rest, and he just wanted to get on with his life, forget all of the war and pain, and here Duo calls, knowing this, and forces unplesantness upon him again. And besides, he knew Heero better than that. . . didn't he? Heero had saved their lives in something he wasn't even involved in! Quatre owed him greatly. He knew deep down, Heero was a good person. :::Probably a lovers' quarrel,::: he speculated. :::They probably had sex, then got into an argument about Heero going off on a solo mission again, and Duo decided to take revenge. It'll work itself out in time, they'll apoligize,::: he convinced himself. All he wanted was piece of mind.
Heero heard sobbing coming from the bathroom. . . *again*. He sighed. :::This beginning to become most annoying. If Duo is so emotionally distraught he can't even clean himself up, he will certainly be a minimal use as a Gundam pilot.::: Typing out that thought as the last sentence to Dr. J. in his mission log, he sent the letter and closed the laptop. Standing, he decided to deal with Duo a different way.
Duo heard a knock on the door through his sobs. :::Since when did Heero knock?::: Eyes wide and frightened, he scooted back as far as he could from the door as it slowly opened until his back pressed painfully against the wall of the tub. Heero stepped in and knelt before him, holding Duo's gaze. "Duo," he began softly, though still in his monotone. "We all do what we have to do. I received a mission from Dr. J. to rape you because I was beginnning to develop feelings, and that conflicts with my training. You know I can't refuse a mission." He took a pale, trembling hand and clasped it between his. "I'm sorry I had to be so rough, but it was necessary for my training to be reinforced. He expected you to be able to handle it, but now that I see you can't, I will make sure we have no more joint-missions for a while. Okay?"
Duo looked up at Heero, trembling and confused. :::He. . . he says such harsh words, but says them in a way to make them sound reasonable. He expects me to believe him, the bastard. Thinks I can be so easily manipulated. Two can play at this game Heero.::: "Okay," he responded in a small voice.
Heero straightened out, the feeling of triumph surging through his body. Reaching out to fluff Duo's matted hair in a mock brother-like gesture, he straightened and stood up. "That's better. Think you'll be all right now?" Duo sniffed and nodded. "Good. Then you won't be needing this," he said, unclipping Duo's pocket knife from his keychain and putting in in his jacket pocket. "Clean up this time, and we'll grab a bite to eat." Turning around to leave, he closed the door behind him. The darkness swallowed up Duo once more.
Shaking his head to himself, he began cleaning the area where he raped Duo. :::Humans are so weak and vulnerable. A cinch to manipulate, really.:::
R&R craaaaaved!!! How'd I do??? I know it's been a loooooong time since I wrote Chapter 2, but my creative juices ran dry and I didn't want to cram out another chapter just to have it out, or it wouldn't have been very good. To authors who post a new chapter every day; how do you do that??? Someone PLEASE tell me how to keep my creative juices flowing that well!!! ^.^
